Chapter 91 – The Basement

• When they whip my hood off, I’m panting in my fear. My eyes go wide as I look around at the men standing around me, and I sniff hard against the blood that’s still trickling from my nose – courtesy of being tossed around in a trunk for thirty minutes with my hands cuffed around my back, which means I slammed my face into the floor of the trunk several times.
• “Well, there she is,” a man says, his voice cruelly cheerful as he bends down to peer into my face. “The little stripper Bonetti paid so much money for. We’ve missed you, little girl.”
• My eyes go wide when I realize that I’m looking into the eyes of the same brute who was at the strip club my last night there – the night Nico carried me out over his shoulder and put me into Christian’s car.